My neighbor has this obsession with conforming nature to his own sense of order. His front hedges have been manicured to be at perfect angles. Even his cat and dog have been groomed into little cubist fuzzy shapes. What he will never know, is that inside every hedge, there is chaos, beautiful fractal chaos. And within every plant and pet there are ants, bees, ladybugs and fleas that openly mock his ridiculous sense of perfection.